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Here
From far across, through golden wheat, she comes.
The joy within her strives betrays the flame.
She brings with me my songs, and now we run,
Our hearts beat out a love too wild to tame.
We fall into each other's perfect rhyme:
It's here where we exist, one heart, sublime.
(A call to my one)
The joy within her strives betrays the flame.
She brings with me my songs, and now we run,
Our hearts beat out a love too wild to tame.
We fall into each other's perfect rhyme:
It's here where we exist, one heart, sublime.
(A call to my one)
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